Pass the Depends, please

Because I'm officially old. Last night I went over to Cicada's lovely and well-furnished home, now complete with bliss-inducing ceiling fan (which will feature very soon in this story). We were supposed to be watching A Room with a View together.

She made us pina coladas, I set up the ground rule that I don't actually watch the part where the naked Englishmen frolick around in the pond, but that she was more than welcome to, and we got started.

But it turns out that my bedtime is 9:30 or something, because I fell asleep pretty much 5 minutes in, lulled by the BICF (as mentioned in the first paragraph). I woke up for the scene where George just BAM kisses Lucy Honeychurch in the field w/the sun and the barley and the my pulse is gettingfastersoletsjustleaveit. Woke up again for the scampering naked men scene, but totally slept through the tennis scene and everything else until the very end.

I'm such a loser. One of the best kissing-and-what-leads-up-to-it-and-the-declaration-of-love-that-follows-it scenes in film and I'm too busy being asleep with my knitting and my spectacles and my 6 cats sucking out my breath. I possibly don't even deserve to be a twentysomething, or a Singleton.

But enough of that. I need to go get ready for the Shakespearean Festival. My mom asked me, "This isn't one of those things where people run around in jousting outfits, is it?" I told her I didn't think so. I'm driving down w/Mom, Cicada, Kitty, and Streets, on account I'm pretty much the luckiest girl ever. If I can get any of them drunk, I'll take pictures and post them for you.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go pull my tavern wench outfit out from behind the bed.

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